The History of Love turned out to be an epic read. It took me nearly half a year to finish the book and almost as long to work out why I had so much trouble engaging with it.
The cover of my book had all sorts of labels attached to it ‘1. Shortlisted for the Orange Prize for Fiction 2006’.
2. A quote from Ali Smith “A beauty of a book, totally alive, made with real energy. It restores your faith in fiction. It restores all sorts of faith“.
3. And another from the Independent on Sunday “A tender tribute to human valiance. Who could be unmoved by a cast of characters whose daily battles are etched on our mind in such diamond-cut prose?”
So what was my problem?
I didn’t not like the book, I just couldn’t rave about it in such glowing terms.
I kept waiting for the book to live up to the quotes…and it almost never did. At every page and stage I felt disappointment as I waited for “real energy” and “diamond-cut prose”.
Sadly, The History of Love did not live up to my expectations.
However Leo did stay with me the whole drawn-out time. Even as I read other books inbetween and forget about everyone else in the story; Leo stuck. His loneliness and loss struck a chord.
Perhaps the book could have been called The History of Loneliness?
Loneliness, loss and love go hand in hand. To love is to fear losing that love one day. You can’t have one without the other.
Certainly none of the characters in Krauss’ book did!
I’m including this post in Jenny Matlock’s Alphabe-Thurs L meme.